He put his hand to his chin and pondered the answer to her question.
โI donโt know yet. Itโll either be Rome or New York. Itโs for sure going west I just donโt know where itโll be just yet. I think I will let you pick the next trip.โ
He mused a bit, holding onto her hand -
It seems the work trip had him tired. She felt bad for him, though likewise, she felt exhaustion of her own. Contrary to her stricter demeanor at work, sheโd take a lighter tone with him as sheโd pull away and take the flower he had with him, giving it a littleโ
- gently as he was lead in the home. He closed the door behind him and moved in for a quick kiss to her cheek.
โTrust me when I say thereโs not a day that passed that I genuinely missed you.โ
He sighed a bit, taking in the scent of her. That alone was enough for him to be in -
โIโm much better nowโฆโ
His tone was very soft spoken. A much greater contrast than it was a few days ago on one of his many business ventures. He wouldnโt admit it to the woman just yet, but this was his only sense of home.
โI brought gifts as an apology for not taking you -
It was as if he could feel her. Dramatic as it was, could he sense her loneliness?
Still, she took her time to answer the doorbell, though checking who it was first before opening, of course. Seeing him, however, brought a soft smile to her face. โ
Of course Jinn arrived right on time, ringing her doorbell. He would be standing outside her door wearing casual clothes with a bottle of Margaux in his hand and a single black rose in his other hand. Something very rare for a rare woman such as Mari.
Fresh from a midnight shower.
She now feels more relaxed, fingertips massaging the back of her head as she dried her hair off.
Comfortable clothes donned, now prepared to unwind, she needs company, she feels. Perhaps a bottle of wine. . .